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[ He really couldn't care less about appearances right then, he just wants her. He pulls it off with her underwear, stepping away just long enough to toss the skirt and undergarment to the side before sliding back between her legs. Sam grabs her ass, stealing a deep kiss while he can. ]
[She kisses him back with a squeak of surprise. As she melts into the kiss, she peels off his shirt.
There's something humming in the back of her mind, something...
Can't be that important. Not as important as this.]
There's something humming in the back of her mind, something...
Can't be that important. Not as important as this.]
[And that's what it was. She could kill herself for being so careless, but she's not sure what's making her angrier right now, the sheer stupidity of forgetting or the fact that he doesn't have one.]
Fuck.
Fuck.
Let you wha--
[Oh.
Oh.
Fatima's always been a halfway decent student, but she can't say she's ever enjoyed learning new things quite as much as she does with Sam. The buzzing in her head stops. Everything stops. At least for a little while.
She doesn't even realize that she's panting and breathless until she catches herself swaying on the edge of the sink.]
[Oh.
Oh.
Fatima's always been a halfway decent student, but she can't say she's ever enjoyed learning new things quite as much as she does with Sam. The buzzing in her head stops. Everything stops. At least for a little while.
She doesn't even realize that she's panting and breathless until she catches herself swaying on the edge of the sink.]
[ Sam enjoys doing this, especially hearing her reactions. He wants her to feel good, it makes him feel good and damn if she deserves a bit of a break. It's not until he hears and tastes her ride out her climax that Sam pulls away, placing a few kisses along her inner thigh. ]
[Her hand reaches out to touch his head, half for balance and half out of sheer and unapologetic affection.]
That...that was a thing.
That...that was a thing.
[Moaning, she shuts her eyes, digging her fingers into his shaggy, shaggy hair.]
A thing we're definitely doing again.
[Still. It can't be all that gratifying for him, can it?]
We'll have to figure out condoms. Because we're definitely doing that again too.
A thing we're definitely doing again.
[Still. It can't be all that gratifying for him, can it?]
We'll have to figure out condoms. Because we're definitely doing that again too.
[ He's got a feeling condoms are going to be much more scarce in Haven in comparison to Zelien, but he's not going to voice that opinion and ruin the afterglow. One final kiss next to her bellybutton before Sam stands up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. ]
We've been doing pretty good thus far.
We've been doing pretty good thus far.
[She reaches over the sink, grabbing a washcloth and offering it to him. It's a little awkward, but then again...what hasn't been lately?]
Well. There had to be something good.
Well. There had to be something good.
[ He gives a thankful smile before using it to wipe himself a bit cleaner. But is there regret on his face? Not a hint. Despite what she may think, he actually enjoys that quite a bit. But a response like that causes a bit of worry.
Sometimes he concentrates on his own feelings of inadequacy too much. He places a hand on her shoulder and nuzzles the side of her cheek. ]
You are something good.
Sometimes he concentrates on his own feelings of inadequacy too much. He places a hand on her shoulder and nuzzles the side of her cheek. ]
You are something good.
[Sometimes, in her frustration with him, she forgets how sweet Sam can be. But then she sees it. That innate goodness to him. The kindness. The loyalty she witnessed the day they met.]
We.
[Because she hates the self-effacing crap he dumps on himself.]
We are something good.
[Lightly, she puts her hands on his shoulders, slipping off of the sink. She feels a little wobbly, but leans against him for support.]
We.
[Because she hates the self-effacing crap he dumps on himself.]
We are something good.
[Lightly, she puts her hands on his shoulders, slipping off of the sink. She feels a little wobbly, but leans against him for support.]
Mmm.
[She set a palm on his chest, her fingers falling into the lines of his muscles. For a moment, she has the faintest smile.
And then she glances up, catching his eyes.
...and backs him up to the wall with a sudden, fierce grin.]
[She set a palm on his chest, her fingers falling into the lines of his muscles. For a moment, she has the faintest smile.
And then she glances up, catching his eyes.
...and backs him up to the wall with a sudden, fierce grin.]
[She surprised herself a little, which becomes apparent as a bit of a line forms between her eyes.
Covering it, Fatima leans over, nipping at his neck again, burying her face in his skin.
Meanwhile, her hand slides down his stomach and into his jeans.]
Covering it, Fatima leans over, nipping at his neck again, burying her face in his skin.
Meanwhile, her hand slides down his stomach and into his jeans.]
[ No, he's definitely not complaining. Her teeth at his neck is par for the course, adding to the bruise he's already sporting, but being so bold--well, he can't help the grunt that comes up with the addition of the pressure and warmth of her hand mixed with the constraints of the denim. There's a noticeable bulge down there. ]
[The biting turns to a few tender kisses, fierceness giving way to a bit of uncertainty.
Lightly, she trails her lips up along the side of his neck, to a spot behind his ear.]
You may need to...tell me what to do. A little.
Lightly, she trails her lips up along the side of his neck, to a spot behind his ear.]
You may need to...tell me what to do. A little.
[That seems surprisingly simple. Maybe she's spent too much of her life building up this kind of thing. Hard to say.
Hard to care, at the moment.
Nodding just slightly, her cheek brushing against his, she complies.]
Hard to care, at the moment.
Nodding just slightly, her cheek brushing against his, she complies.]
[ His eyes fall shut, but his brows twitch as she touches him. He's usually someone who prefers not to talk in moments like this, but he still walks her through it. It only takes a few minutes before he's jerking his hips and finishing in her hand. ]
[Somehow, it's a bit more satisfying than she would have anticipated. Probably because it's Sam. He makes her feel so...
...not dead.
Inside thought. Definitely an inside thought. At least until she parses it out. For now, it's a few more tender kisses along the side of his neck, before she rests against his shoulder.]
Was that...?
...not dead.
Inside thought. Definitely an inside thought. At least until she parses it out. For now, it's a few more tender kisses along the side of his neck, before she rests against his shoulder.]
Was that...?
[ It's not as good as being inside of her, but it's a lot more enjoyable than his own hand, that's for sure. Sam takes a moment to even out his breathing as he simply nods, hopefully abating her fears with that single motion. He takes a moment to readjust and tuck himself back into his pants, placing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. ]
Thank you.
Thank you.
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